[started:082604kw1228a]"The Scroll"Some people, aren't like most people who pretend to be someone.
Others, like me, think they see the "right way" ...
... when all we see is one point, not thinking about the others.
The problem, is not thinking enough, but only thinking enough
as to get us by through the day, which fades to night, which fades to day.
One day or a million years, they're all the same day,
but we think them different. In that we cause problems and make
mistakes, mistakes that we repeat just as day and night.
Existing as one but still creating conflict so we are left as one,
being in the state as to which we've deemed the wors...
There was this one time that a really big flying bat came all the way down to George's place, right ? and George asked the bat what it was doing when it replied, "nothing much, just hanging around" .. to the bat's surprise, George fell over from a heart attack and died. The next day the bat attended George's funeral, thinking it was only right considered he scared the poor guy half to death ... .... and then as some of the local folk were walking past George's casket, they were questioning how he died just by seeing a bat. Later in the evening when the funeral was well done and over with, the guy at the morge was opening the casket when h...
Set in the light,
no one can see,
what your pressence;
means to me.
As always before,
its hard to say;
but always after,
its great to stay.I realize now,
it doesn't take much;
for just like me,
you want a big clutch.Don't you ever just want to challenge your mind,
yet we already do that,
with or without time.Exceeding the goals of a few to amany,
different veiws contrast;
unrelated, if any.Pressure,
gives censure;
to faults at hand.Holding it forever,
would be just grand.But alas,
the darkness is seeked;
finding only emptiness,
inside what is reaked.Devotion in,
this path that's laid;
winding up,
to see what's paid.Charished gifts,
that ca...
Time spins,
so does a merry go round.
Thoughts amist,
shoved into the ground.Top that,
you're up in the air.
Spiteful ways,
so many that care.Provokative soul,
coarsing tenderness.
Shivering taste,
unexpected splendor.Shagged one,
found another.
Gave it up,
such a bummer.Naive way,
bring it here.
Smash it to pieces,
hold them dear.Never part, cherish their love and appreciate them before its too late.
Your faithlessness which never existed breaks me
into pieces that fit into holes ...
... those are in place of what human feelings once were.
Good luck with your life of lies and such.
Hope its everything you dreamed of.
To me, it seemed to be a life out of a horror flick.
Bye.
So selfish am I, as they display; their signs of affection, are always there.
They've gone too far, they can't keep it in; someone or something is about to explode. Driving along, the horror rises; as along with a few other things. Sounds of torment creep from the corner, we've covered this before; when it got on a blanket. Two in a row, there's one more to go; until insanity is reached forever. It's hard to stay there, and easy to get lost .... Cookies now, have all been tossed; sitting in the back seat, I now feel lost.
Ðead and hereThis is the time where we once laid together and thought of nothing but happiness. Is there anything else that would make you happier to do then watch the one's you love run away and then later come back some other day?
Rolling your eyes, you keep out the hurt from them. Escaping to the world that only you know of. Trip the breakers to turn out the lights and pretend that you're not home. We see you behind that thing you call a curtain of a cloth.Ω Dead and Here ΩThere isn't anything else that I'd rather do. ‡ ßlack and wh¡†e and mäg¡çkal ‡ Is that what its like, to be you ? Tell me its all just a dream that we can't ever wak...
Seperating people doesn't work, putting bans on certain video games or movies doesn't stop it from happening, and turning off the stereo or not buying music won't hold it at bay. What is it that we don't already know. It dwells within everyone until the day one ceases to exist. There aren't any hidden messages or concepts that wait in the dark. Most of us live with it and cry because of it as this marvel passes. The majority of questions are the result of it. Religion uses it all the time to get their 'message' across ( which really means people are brainwashed ) . On a typical day, it could be counted if it weren't for the fact of how sca...
Nightmares Become Reality by lightedfire, literature
Literature
Nightmares Become Reality
Sitting there, in a tunnel of thoughts.
Lost yet captivated because no one's around, a tear is a shed and saddness consumes.Influenced by the sounds, of other people noises;
it changes us without our control.
Back again we're in reality, slowly dying and cautiously trying; just to find a care in a world of some.Powerless to love, for it goes unknown as to what it really is. Not knowing what it is sets in confusion to the extreme when so many talk about it as if its the best thing in the world.Can't speak a word, troubles around the corner ready to choke you until nothing is left.Alone, spilling your own existance on the carpet of the w...
I was sent from above
Telling lies that you love
I guess that I could tell you anythingYou love the shit that I say
You'd believe me all day
I love how youre so god damn gullableI gave you your soul
So now I'm in control
You owe me everythingNow you think that I'm yours
But I'm all trap doors
And you're locked in
The fear of loneliness,
The fear of left alone,
the shuddering cold of feelings unknown.At night, the feelings suface,
and everything goes to dust.
By day, the feelins are hidden
by a mask of smiles.At moments, the mask may
crack and become frail.
But all the times it still covers.The feelings that you feel
at home. There\'s nothing
there to stop them.Perhaps, one day the mask
will break in two. And you\'ll
be able to tell someone all about you.But until that day comes,
the mask still cracks,
But never breaks through.
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Listening To : Crystal Waters - "100% Pure Love" Mood : Confuzled :confused:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Today's Log- Looking for apartments to hopefully move out.- Waiting to work; shippment of mailing supplies hasn't come in yet, its been a five days since they were ordered ... wonder if that's long enough, not sure.- Can't filter out emotions of loss; friends seem to be in short supply as they're all busy with their own lives and all I do is sit around waiting to be able to make a memory. end of log I wonder if and when something decent might happen. I mean, I keep running into mean people and then I can't get away from them;...
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Indeed the doctor is awesome and I hate to be there bearer of bad new but there is no new futurama, the show was canceled a while back. Stupid Fox network don't know a good show when they see one
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